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Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) POV:

I wake with a start when I hear the door open. I look around at the unfamiliar surroundings and see Steve awake next to me. I reach for the gun on the bedside table and Steve grabs his shield. We poise for attack and point the weapons towards the intruder.

"Whoa! Cap it's me, Sam." the intruder exclaims

Steve lowers his shield and I lower my gun, sinking back into his arms while groaning in pain.
I bury my head in his chest and marvel at his bare abdomen. I feel eyes on my back as Steve rubs it softly.

"No need to stare, Sam." I grumble not bothering to look up.

"Natasha!? So it really is you." The disbelief evident in his voice," If I didn't know better, I would say that you missed us."

I look up and scowl at him, "Like I would miss you."

"Well you might have not missed me, but by the looks of it, you surely missed Stevie boy here." He smirks, "So tell me, did the serum really enhance everything about Steve?"

"Wilson, we didn't have sex." I glare. I start to move but groan and wince in pain from my healing injuries.

"You sure about that Romanoff? Because you sound really sore." He says, the grin on his face widening at the look of my discomfort.

"Sam, give Nat a break. She's obviously not in the mood to jump out of the bed and strangle you right there." Steve says, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile. "Anyway we still haven't reached that stage in our relationship."

The soldiers bend over in laughter, "Rogers! Stop encouraging him!"

"I am very sorry ma'am but you have to admit that it's quite funny." He states, sporting a smile.

I roll my eyes and waddle over to the bathroom while hearing snickers. I peel the shirt and bandages off of my body and step into the shower, not bothering to look at the wounds that most likely litter it. The water runs down my skin causing it to sting but relaxing it at the same time. I close my eyes and try not to think of last night's occurrences, finding it impossible. My head pounds heavily as the memories of all my time in the Red Room flow through it. My hands shake as the flashbacks of the Red Room seem to take over. Vladimir is right, I will never forget all the things he and James have inflicted on me. The hospital fire, Sao Paulo, Drekov's daughter, my brother, my best friend, innocents around the world. I am broken beyond repair. My breath comes out in slow, shaky puffs of air. I hear a screech from off in the distance and sink down onto the floor of the shower, clutching my head that feels like it's about to explode. When I close my eyes I see red. Red. Red. Red. RED! RED! I am worthless! I'm a monster! I am dripping, gushing blood. My fingers are stained!

Sobs wrack my frame once again and I realize that the screech is coming from me. Heavy footsteps make their way to the bathroom and I hear voices calling my name. I open my mouth to speak but words don't seem to flow. All that comes out are sobs. Someone breaks through the door and wraps me in a towel, cradling me in their arms.

"Nat, it's me, Steve. You're alright, you're safe."

I take a deep breath and calm myself down, clinging onto him for dear life. I look up at him feel an instant relief.

"Tash, what happened last night?" He asks his face full of immense concern.

So, I tell him. Everything. Every last detail of last night and what I put up with before he came and took me back to his room, Sam having left long ago. Steve stares at me, mouth open and eyes filled with anger towards those people who dared to hurt me.

"It's okay, Cap. I killed them all. The only thing left are the memories and nightmares that will never go away." I stroke his arm, feeling the tense muscles relax at my touch.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you Nat, we're partners, I should have been there to watch your back." He shakes his head in regret.

"Steven Grant Rogers don't you even dare blame yourself for what happened. You are good, kind, loyal, pure, and absolutely nothing like any of those people. We are going to enjoy our vacation and forget that any of this ever happened." My eyes hard and determined like daggers.

He sighs but nods, "Do you have any clothes? Where were you staying?"

"I was staying in this same hotel on the 3rd floor. Room 309, it's a regular single person room and I have everything in the suitcase inside the closet. There are all my clothes. There is a bag of toiletries in the bathroom. Bring that along with my weapons hidden around the room. I have a gun in the nightstand and 2 knives underneath the mattress. There's another one in the bathroom cabinets and knives in cables of the TV." I tell him.

"Okay, I'll be back soon." Steve says while walking out the door.

I turn on the TV and watch a show called I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant, effectively surprising me, something that is very hard to do. A young college freshman didn't know that she was pregnant until she got to the hospital and told her that she was in labor. I shudder at the thought of going through something like that.

Steve finally gets back with all of my stuff in his arms, "I checked you out of your room while I was there."

I smile softly, "Thank you."

He smiles back at me, "Wanna go explore the hotel?"

"Yeah, my serum and all those medicines you gave me have healed most of them already." I say with a grin on my face.

Steve reaches his hand out and I take it gladly. Maybe all of this happening wasn't so bad.

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